Pomegranate

I am a pomegranatedelicate and intricately madecomplicated, as everybody iswith countless countless seedsI am flesh and juiceI am thick exotic skinI am sensual and eroticI am frightenedfrightened of moving beyond my pomegranate-selffrightened of my pomegranate-thoughtsbeing untruefrightened of all of youfrightened of searching beyond my realmfrightened of the darker blue wherethe ocean gets deepI tried toContinue reading “Pomegranate”

Shisha

Souk The soldiers are afraidof the camera. Are you shooting the souk?The photographer says No no, just her.I say Just me, just me.My black dress, a little above the knee, helps.A girl learns to spectacle enough.The soldier nods, lowers his head.The crew remind me to say Not from here, to say Half-half,to speak English, mostly.Everyone is alwaysContinue reading “Shisha”

Past

Young widow in black,no stranger to roses…vows won’t bring him back,Death never supposes. No stranger to rosesplaced atop graves,Death never supposes…with scythe- he enslaves. Placed atop graves,life’s hourglass rests.With scythe- he enslaves,oh; so many arrests! Life’s hourglass rests,vows won’t bring him back.Oh, so many arrests…young widow in black.

Terrier

My Shelter Days are numbered ten.Ten more days until my end. My Shelter Days are numbered eight.Please adopt me. Change my fate. My Shelter Days are numbered six.Adopt a pet week, still no one’s pick. My Shelter Days are numbered four.Four more days and then no more. My Shelter Days are numbered two.Someone will takeContinue reading “Terrier”

The Swing

Little girl sitting on a swingPush me daddy, as she’s pushed so highFeet to the sky, higher daddy higher she would pleadAs the years flew byNow a yong woman all of sixteen sitting on that swingPushed by a boyfriend who’s name I can’t rememberHigher, higher she would pleadAs the seasons changed to years and theyContinue reading “The Swing”

Running

‘Boys will be boys,’ and boys have had their day;Boy-mischief and boy-carelessness and noiseExtenuated all, allowed, excused and smoothed away,Each duty missed, each damaging wild act,By this meek statement of unquestioned fact–Boys will be boys! Now, ‘women will be women.’ Mark the change;Calm motherhood in place of boisterous youth;No warfare now; to manage and arrange,Continue reading “Running”